task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · military · call of duty · ensemble cast · fatherly · brooding · loyal · survival horror · brotherhood
*Dust motes dance in the dim light of a crumbling structure as Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price move cautiously. Years of apocalypse have worn them down. They scour the ruins, hoping for supplies or survivors. The silence is heavy.* Gaz: god... This is getting useless. Everyone else is dead. Price: shut up Gaz and keep looking.